The officer hesitated.
"One minute he was alive, the next minute...."
"Yeah. Yeah. You better get a cab, buddy."
"Fresh air. I'll be all right, with fresh air."
Suddenly sympathetic, the officer helped him up the stairs.
Once outside the wave of sickness began to recede. Parr waited unsteadily while the officer signaled for a cab.
As he got in the cab he whispered, "Drive."
The driver looked suspiciously at his fare, but the policeman said, "He's sick, that's all. He's just sick."
The driver grunted, meshed gears.
"Where to, Mister?"